August Book Recommendation - YaraGlow Reads: The Pisces by Melissa Broder

At YaraGlow, we’re starting something new: one book recommendation at a time, past or present, but always chosen with care. These are not your average bestsellers. We’re drawn to stories that stir something beneath the surface; books that speak to reinvention, complexity, rawness, wit, or beauty in unexpected places. Some will make you laugh, some might challenge you, and a few may stay with you longer than expected. Our motivation is simple: to offer reading that resonates with women navigating midlife with curiosity and courage. If it lingers, unsettles, or delights, it’s probably going on our list.

'The Pisces' by Melissa Broder

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There are books that comfort. This is not one of them. The Pisces unsettles, seduces, and stares straight into the void, with eyeliner smudged, wine glass in hand, and a wholly unapologetic appetite for more.

Following a brutal breakup and academic burnout, Lucy flees her crumbling life in Phoenix for a house-sit in Venice Beach. There, among the yoga bodies and salt air, she meets Theo; a philosophical, emotionally withholding swimmer with a troubling secret: he’s half man, half sea creature. And yes, he’s magnetic. Yes, they fall in. And no, it’s not what you expect.

Melissa Broder’s prose is sharp as glass and darkly funny, laced with yearning, loneliness, and the raw hunger of a woman questioning everything: love, lust, self-worth, the point of it all. This is not a romance. It’s a deep dive into obsession, addiction, and the twisted comfort of longing. It’s also, somehow, compulsively readable, part myth, part millennial crisis, part mirror held up to any woman who’s ever mistaken desire for meaning.

For YaraGlow readers who feel stuck between worlds, who crave something weird, unfiltered, and brutally intimate, The Pisces offers no tidy answers. But it does offer wildness, oceanic depth, and that delicious thrill of reading something that dares to go all the way in.

Read it if you’re ready to feel seen, and just a little unmoored. You’ll either devour it in a day or let it haunt you slowly. Either way, you won’t forget it.